Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel, a whisper or the wave of a whisper, undulating down. My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name: Susie.
I was 14 years old, when I was murdered on December 6th 1973.
I was here for a moment, and then I was gone.
Yes, a movie about a young girl who is murdered right off the bat and the killer goes on about his life and it is still a lovely movie. It is gruesome as well. Just the previously mentioned plot line is creepy, to say the least, and squirmy to sit through. The imagery and illusion of her murder is much more horrific than any slasher film full of fake blood could ever hope to be.
